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  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Other Books

  About the Author

  Hotwife Honeymoon

  ~ First Time Double Stuffed ~

  MFM Wedding Party: Book Three

  Jamie Hunter

  Copyright © 2017 Jamie Hunter

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  One

  Amanda dreamed. And in her dream, she was flying.

  It was a vision she had often — skimming dizzily over the treetops — since as long as she could remember. She wondered if she were a pilot in a previous life, or maybe a bird. Or perhaps her subconscious mind just preferred this type of dream to all others, freeing her from the limitations of daily life.

  In this dream however, she dove.

  Down, down, deep into the Earth she went. There was no fear though, no darkness. And when she stopped she wasn’t alone; two figures pressed in on either side of her, two looming presences that she welcomed rather than rejected. They were warm and familiar. Strong and comforting.

  They kept Amanda safe. Protected…

  She woke up naked and alone. The room was warm, but the sheets were cool to the touch. On either side of her, the bed was utterly empty.

  This is becoming a recurring theme, she thought with amusement. What’s that, three straight mornings you’ve woken up alone?

  She stretched mightily and smiled. She could remember the events of last night well enough. The boys had brought back fish — Mahi Mahi, in fact. And after cooking a delicious dinner with her two husbands, the trio had lounged around the Pavilion in various stages of slow seduction.

  It was the anticipation last night that had driven Amanda the most wild.

  They’d skinny-dipped in the ocean again, followed by a fun outdoor shower on their private sundeck. The remoteness of their Pavilion made being without clothes easy. The nakedness was freeing, liberating.

  Tired from another long day, they’d actually snuggled into the couch to watch a movie together. Or at least, most of a movie. As the cabana’s flat-panel television played on, the guys grew less and less interested in the screen…

  …and more interested in her.

  Amanda squirmed into the bed just thinking about it. She’d ended up sandwiched between them on the couch, legs spread wide, both men touching her. She’d closed her eyes and surrendered blissfully, enjoying the two sets of hands and mouths that roamed freely over her body. There was Connor, her husband. Jason, the best man at their wedding — and now, also her husband. They’d decided upon it the night before. That, at least during the honeymoon, both men would be granted the same rights and privileges to her body.

  And of course she to theirs…

  Last night they’d brought her off with their touch alone, and then again with their mouths. Amanda came hard, screwing her ass into the softness of the couch. She exploded multiple times as her lovers took turns kissing her deeply; one on her wet, painted mouth, while the other’s lips and tongue worked magic between her quivering, porcelain thighs.

  By the time they took her into the bedroom, Amanda’s legs were jelly. They laid her out on the sheets and made love to her, one after the other, tag-teaming her in slow, sensual fashion. Trading off whenever it got to be too much.

  And both, she remembered. Not just one after the other, but both at the same time…

  She could recall being on all fours, spit-roasted hotly between both strong men. It was a position she was actually growing quite good at since they’d began their whole affair. What had started with a strip-tease in their apartment, right after the rehearsal dinner, had ended up as a pre-wedding threesome. And then miraculously enough, another… only minutes before Amanda walked down the aisle.

  It was crazy. Sexy. Fun. And so was Connor’s last-minute wedding gift to her: surprising Amanda on the plane ride to Turks & Caicos with Jason, the best man… joining them on their honeymoon.

  Amanda crossed her ankles and stretched again, sighing at the pleasant soreness between her legs.

  So far she’d had no complaints.

  WHIRRRRR… WHIRRRRR…

  The sound of a distant engine finally lifted her head from the pillow.

  Engines, she thought to herself curiously. Not engine.

  Amanda spun around, planted her feet on the floor, and finally stood up to greet the day. A huge mess of tangled blonde curls fell about her face as she stepped into a pair of pink boy shorts. She slipped on a tight white half-shirt before heading outside.

  Two

  Out on the sundeck, Amanda put one hand up to shield her eyes. Their private little lagoon was empty… except for two cherry red waverunners slicing white paths through the still water.

  Connor and Jason rode the machines, criss-crossing each other daringly, laughing and shouting as they went. They were having an absolute blast.

  They’re more like brothers than friends…

  Amanda couldn’t help but smile. Being around Jason had always brought out the best in Connor. Some of his happiest times, outside of being with her, was when Jason was around.

  He misses him, she realized. So much.

  It was something she knew already; that in the six months since Jason moved to California, Connor really hadn’t been the same. They’d stayed in touch, of course. Even talked or texted every day. But it wasn’t like it was before.

  And Jason… Amanda had always been emotionally close to their friend, but in these last days she’d gotten even closer. And not just in the obvious physical sense, but in the way you really only get to know somebody when you’re around them twenty-four hours a day.

  It goes both ways, she knew. Jason’s happier when Connor’s around, too.

  WHIRRRRR… WHIRRRRR… WHIRRRRR…

  The machines were headed in toward the beach now. They finally saw her, and Jason waved.

  “Nice outfit!” the best man shouted.

  Amanda grinned. She lifted up her shirt and flashed him.

  “Oh, I like it even better now!” teased Connor.

  They roped off their vehicles to the tiny floating dock, then headed up to their Pavilion. Connor leaned in to kiss her but Amanda gave him the cheek.

  “Sorry, but I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet.”

  He grabbed her ass instead. “Well then get moving! We’ve got places to be.”

  “Oh?”

  Jason stepped in, dripping water. “Yes,” he said. “Places.” Not to be outdone, he kissed her on the neck and grabbed her other asscheek.

  Amanda swooned for a moment, then laughed. “Stop! Your stubble tickles, and you’re getting me all wet!”

  They only stared back at her, bare-chested and beautiful. Both men were grinning.

  “Not that kind of wet,” she smirked.

  “Go hit the shower,” said Connor, looking her up and down. “I’ll make you some coffee.”

  “And breakfast?” Amanda angled. She was starving.

  “Breakfast? It’s almost lunch already!” cried Connor. He pointed to a white plastic cooler strapped to one of the waverunners. “But yes, we’ve already got that covered.”

  “Okay, deal!”

  She headed back to the house. Feeling their eyes still on her, Amanda turned around a
t the doorway. “What?”

  “Oh, nothing,” grinned Jason.

  Connor laughed. “We’re just enjoying your walk of shame in those tiny boy shorts…”

  The ride out of the lagoon was breathtaking.

  Amanda sat behind her husband, her arms wrapped tightly around Connor’s slender waist as they skimmed across the surface of the water. The waverunner’s engine screamed behind them. The machine thrummed pleasantly between her legs.

  A couple of minutes on this thing… Amanda thought devilishly. I think that’s probably all I’d need.

  She’d seen a video online once; a girl sitting in a car while its giant speaker system vibrated beneath her at different frequencies. The sub-woofers had actually made her hair stand on end. In under thirty seconds, it had gotten her off.

  Right now she was already content enough between the legs.

  Amanda turned to her right. She smiled and nodded to Jason, riding beside them at breakneck speed with the cooler strapped to his seat. The map the guys had been given at the rental shop showed a whole string of tiny islands not far away. For the most part they were empty; nothing but sand, surf, and some overgrown brush.

  It was another ten minutes or so before Connor turned off, pulling up to a small one. Amanda could see a few dozen palm trees in the center of a round beach, surrounded on all sides by crystal clear water. The island itself couldn’t have been more than a football field wide. It gleamed like a jewel in the sun.

  They cut the engines at the last minute, and the guys helped each other pull their rigs ashore. As Jason unstrapped the cooler and dragged it up onto the beach, Connor joined Amanda back in the water. He slid an arm around his wife’s waist.

  “Good enough?”

  Amanda stood in her tiny white scalloped bikini. The waves lapped gently at the tops of her thighs.

  “Perfect,” she smiled.

  She kissed him… a real kiss this time. A kiss to let Connor know she not only loved and appreciated him as a husband, but as someone who’d taken care of the entire honeymoon for them. He’d planned everything so far, including this little excursion. Including Jason…

  “Thank you,” she said, hugging him tightly.

  “For what?”

  “For everything.”

  Amanda slicked back her hair and leaned into him. Her face felt good pressed against her husband’s chest. She could hear his heart beating, slow and steady. Feel the warmth of his blood beneath the cooler skin, coursing through his veins.

  “You want lunch?” he smiled down at her.

  Amanda looked over. Up on the beach, Jason was busy digging a hole in the sand. Probably for a fire.

  “In a minute…”

  She took Connor’s wrist, pulling him into the deeper water. When it was up to her neck, Amanda wrapped her legs around him and floated.

  “These have been the most amazing few days of my entire life,” she said, and she meant it. “In every possible way.”

  Connor looked back at her silently.

  “It still hasn’t hit me yet that I get to have you forever. As a husband. A friend. A lover…”

  She slipped a hand down the front of his swim trunks. It closed over something warm and familiar.

  “I need you to know how much I love you,” she said, stroking him. “How I’ll never take you for granted.”

  Amanda buried her face in his neck. She began kissing him there, grinding herself against him as he grew hard in her hand. Her mouth filled with salt, and musk, and sweat… but she didn’t care. It was all part of the experience.

  “Maybe you should show me?” he whispered, pulling her tighter against him.

  Amanda reached down and tugged her bikini to one side.

  “Already on it.”

  Three

  Connor was rock-hard when she slipped him inside her. Amanda’s body sank down on him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. The warmth of her husband’s cock felt incredibly good in stark contrast to the cooler ocean water.

  “Oh…” she breathed. “Oh fuck yes…”

  She’d had sex on the beach before, and even in a swimming pool or two. But never in the ocean. It was a wholly different sensation, floating around with the waves. Bobbing gently with the tides, letting them guide her up and down as they fucked.

  “You’re so tight like this,” he said, thrusting into her.

  Amanda just gasped and chewed his shoulder.

  The warmth of the ocean water made their bodies feel even hotter at their connection point. Amanda found herself nearly weightless at times, enjoying the feel of her husband thrusting inside her. With her legs wrapped firmly around him, there were only room for half strokes. But those strokes were deep and penetrating. Totally satisfying.

  “Can you come like this?” she asked.

  Connor’s hands gripped her ass tightly from beneath. “Oh yeah.”

  “Good,” she smiled at him. “Don’t do it yet though. I’m loving this too much.”

  Amanda ground down, trying to put as much of her husband inside her as possible. His thrusts became longer and more daring. Each one curved upward, teasing her G-spot, whenever Connor would bottom out. But without a floor or a bed to be pinned against, it was difficult to get that last ounce of satisfaction that came with being totally stuffed.

  She threw her head back toward the sun, the puffy clouds, the flawless blue sky. This was paradise. Being here, with Connor — the culmination of a loving relationship, engagement, and ultimately, marriage.

  And Jason…

  Amanda glanced over at the beach. Jason was happily gathering driftwood for their fire. She was starting to realize just how much he really meant to them both. How having their best friend here wasn’t only not awkward in the least; it actually added all new levels of fun and excitement to their honeymoon.

  “Lay back,” Connor said. “In the water.”

  Amanda looked at him questioningly.

  “Just do it. Trust me.”

  Of course she trusted him. With her life, her future; with everything. Amanda released her grip and slowly laid back, allowing her body to sink to the surface. First her hair entered the water. Then her head…

  Her husband had slowed his thrusts to a gentle, rhythmic bounce. As Amanda’s ears dipped beneath the surface, Connor held her tightly by the hips. He leaned back, keeping her from sinking. Keeping just her face, and her breasts, above the waterline.

  She heard the ocean. The white-noise rush of water surging against her ear drums. It brought back memories of being younger, of floating in her bathtub like this…

  Amanda’s eyes closed. Once she realized Connor wouldn’t let her face go under, she allowed herself to relax.

  Wow…

  It was like floating in space. Or at least, how she envisioned floating in space would feel like. Amanda gave over all control. Her arms floated out from her body, palms up, extending themselves over her head. And down below…

  Down below, Amanda’s legs were spread wide. Connor still had her by the hips. He was still thrusting into her, standing upright, controlling the speed and depth of her penetration.

  I feel like a goddess, she thought absently. She knew if she opened her eyes she’d see nothing but an expanse of naked blue sky. Like I’m flying. Floating…

  The thrusts picked up speed, but only slightly. It felt amazing. The noise in her ears was peaceful, serene. The water lapped at her face…

  Suddenly there the warm rush of something inside her. It felt incredibly hot. Incredibly wet.

  Oh my God, he’s coming…

  The heat rose, somewhere deep in Amanda’s belly. With her eyes closed and her ears masked by the ocean, she could focus one hundred percent on the feel of Connor exploding inside her.

  He’s shooting himself in my pussy…

  It felt so good she smiled. Smiled into the sun. His cock thumped against her womb, thrumming deeply inside her as her husband emptied himself into her tight, warm body.

  She bounced. Floated
. Bounced some more against her husband’s firm torso, enjoying the feel of his strong hands gripping her hips…

  “OH!”

  She gasped as he withdrew, and a rush of icy cold water entered her. Or at least, it felt cold compared to the warmth already inside her. Amanda stood up on her own two legs, looking back at her husband. His eyes were glazed with the same post-orgasmic expression she’d seen a thousand times before.

  “Enjoyed that, did you?” she smiled.

  He didn’t answer. Instead he grabbed her and pulled her in, kissing her fiercely. Their tongues dueled as their bodies melted together, warmth against warmth in the cool, clear water.

  “Jason’s got a fire going,” he said finally.

  She turned, putting her cheek against his. A thin curl of smoke was now rising from the beach. Amanda’s stomach rumbled.

  She squeezed him one last time and then dove for shore.

  Four

  Lunch was spectacular, especially since she hadn’t had breakfast.

  Jason’s fire roared as they fed it with fresh kindling, and the skewers the guys had made were delicious. Some were chicken and some were fish — white, flaky chunks of the fresh Mahi they’d caught the day before, alternating with roasted vegetables, delicious mushrooms, and succulent fruit.

  Amanda ate her fill while they sat around the fire, roasting their kabobs on the ends of long metal sticks. The cooler was also packed with drinks, even a small bottle of champagne for later on.

  They ate. They drank. They rested.

  And for the rest of the day they frolicked on the island.

  The boys showed Amanda how the waverunners worked — she’d never operated one before, but was eager to try. As it turned out, she was a quick learner. In no time at all she was zipping up and down the shoreline in a bright yellow life vest, wondering if she looked like a bumblebee.

  It’s beautiful, she thought to herself. This whole place… it’s absolutely gorgeous.

  Amanda’s hair streamed out behind her as she circled the island; once, twice, three times and more, the engine buzzing loudly as she pinned the throttle. The ride was as exhilarating as it was beautiful. She almost didn’t want to come in.